#THE_LAST_MINUTE_GROOM
©Sir_Zach
EPISODE 42
After a few rings, the call got connected and Piper chuckled like a demon before she spoke.
“Congratulations, but you still can’t be with him.”
“What are you talking about, Piper?” Mulan’s voice sounded from the other end.
“Oh please, spare me that display of ignorance. We both know you bombed the plane, so stop acting cheap and own up to your doings, girl.”
“So what if I did, what if I didn’t? You want to tattle-tale to Maverick?” Mulan asked With a raised brow.
“Hahaha… only if I was interested or saw you as a thr_@t to me.”
“Then why did you call? Are you feeling pity for that vixen?!”
“As far as the word ‘vixen’ is concerned, it’s your title, so don’t try to shift it to someone else. What I feel for that girl is none of your business…”
“Then why the hell are you calling me, Piper?!”
“Don’t yell at me, you murderer! Just because of one person, you bombed the whole plane and ki||ed 300+ people and you still have the face to exist?”
“Piper, please, don’t play the holy card with me. If I remember correctly, you just drowned an actress yesterday for ‘stealing’ your role, so what right do you have to stand on a pedestal and judge me?”
A villainous laughter tore through Piper’s throat, “Don’t get me wrong, Mulan, right? I have never claimed to be a nice person, I don’t stay behind children to perpetrate evil, unlike you. Which is why I called you to confirm. Now that I’ve gotten the evidence that you ki||ed my brother’s wife, I’ll hold tightly onto it and use it when you try to double–cross me again because you are too small to dare me.” she said before she disconnected the call.
A small smirk played on Piper’s lips. Her face turned villainous as she remembered the pictures of Jeslyn boarding the Plane that was sent to her.
Just like her mother, Piper also sent people after Jeslyn’s life, and ‘boom’ she was ki||ed, just like a chicken. However, Piper knew that she didn’t ask her people to use a rocket but a bomb, that was why she called Mulan, knowing that aside from her and her mom, Mulan was the third person that would want Jeslyn dead.
Now that it seems Mulan was the culprit, Piper wouldn’t let Maverick carry out the investigation before she would sacrifice Mulan. She was afraid that her involvement would be discovered, so exposing Mulan would be better for them all… ki||ing three birds with one stone.
“Hahahaha…” she laughed.
“Piper, I think you should take things easy for now. You are at the most delicate point of your career. It wouldn’t be good for the media to catch a stain on you. The company isn’t grooming only you…”
“Enough with the nagging! I don’t need it right now.” Piper hissed and glared at her Manager
Manager Sarafina only shook her head and said nothing else. Piper had always been like this to her, treating her like she was trash despite being one of the sought-after managers in the entertainment industry.
Because of Piper, the thirty-five-year-old lady couldn’t take in another artist and was only focused on Piper for five years now. She was already getting fed up with Piper’s Shenanigans and hoped that her appeal for retirement would be granted soon.
Piper, oblivious to what Sarafina was thinking, sent the call record between her and Mulan to Maverick. She smiled after seeing the ‘check mark’ on the message. Scrolling through their conversation, Piper sighed.
All the messages were those she sent to Maverick which he never bothered to reply to. No matter how desperate she sounded in her texts, even though it was a call for help or an emergency message, Maverick never responded.
“Brother, when will you learn to treat me like you should?” She asked as she caressed the words she used to save his name ‘older brother’. Her fingers stroked the words several times as longing flashed in her eyes for a brief moment before her beautiful face turned cold again.
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*At Mulan’s home…*
Mulan was seen in casual wear coming out of her room and heading to the sitting room. She paused on her steps when she saw a visitor, a person she never thought would ever show himself around her ever again, sitting on her couch.
“Wh– what are you–” Mulan stuttered. She was too shocked to get words out of her mouth.
“I came to see you, is there a problem? I’m not a ki||er, so relax. Hehehe…” Although the visitor said that, Mulan knew he was a deceiver, so she raised her guard even higher after hearing that.
“Hehehe… your muscles are tense. You need a light touch to help you soften up,” He suggested.
“Th– thank you, I’ll take care of–”
“Mulan, you should know I don’t take rejections lightly. You wouldn’t want me to get mad, no?” He raised a brow with a smile on his segzy pink lips.
“I– I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, we make mistakes. Come have a seat and let me give you a massage,” he offered while still smiling.
Mulan didn’t take an inch from her spot. How could she trust this person with her body?
Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes at her with a smile still lingering on his lips. “Mulaaan?” He stretched her name with his teeth joined.
“Y–yes,” Mulan walked stiffly to the pink couch and stood beside him.
The young man grabbed Mulan’s wrist in a swift move and pulled her to sit on his lap. With Mulan facing him, he beamed at her, his eyes turning crescent.
“You know,” he started with his fingers on Mulan’s stiff shoulders. “I h@ťě it when you become a wet chicken.” He looked at Mulan’s face and sighed tiredly.
“Look me in the eyes,” he commanded with his fingers digging into Mulan’s clavicle.
Mulan whimpered. It hurts but the man didn’t look like he was doing it intentionally because his face still held an innocent smile.
Mulan slowly looked up at his face while biting her lips to not scream out in pain as the hold on her clavicle had gotten tighter.
“Are you seducing me?” He asked playfully.
Mulan almost spat saliva on his face. Seduce him? Why would she want to have anything to do with a soulless devil? Peradventure this man has a little bit of affection towards anything that isn’t money, power, and his life. She would have chosen him because, someone without weakness would be the only person to give her the kind of life she wanted, but unfortunately, he isn’t such an individual.
Holding Mulan’s gaze with his, Damien chuckled. “Mulan, do you know why I never disturbed you all these years? It was because I saw you as a wonderful chess piece. From a tender age…” Damien paused and slowly let go of her clavicle and trailed a finger to spaghetti strap sleeve and slowly pulled it until it fell off her shoulder.
“…you never stopped running after Maverick. You followed him from the shadows and learned things for his sake. You even arranged for his women– Rossa and Vera to meet bad endings because you liked Maverick.”
Mulan flinched and stiffened when Damien’s fingers brushed against her exposed melon.
It wasn’t clear if she reacted that way because of Damien’s touch or because she had long been exposed when she thought she hid her secrets well.
She was one of those who went after Rossa and Vera. She had thought it was a perfect job but now…
Mulan raised her eyes and saw Damien beaming at her.
“You thought I wouldn’t know?” He asked. Not that he needed an answer. “Hahaha…you know by now that everything happening around the globe is under my watch, unless I don’t care about it, but your case is different.”
Damien forcefully pulled Mulan closer, making her hit her big Melons on his chest. “Strandle me,” he commanded smilingly.
Mulan awkwardly did as told. She was dead scared. Her heartbeat was in a mess and her hands were shaking.
Mulan knew that when caught, she’ll be ki||ed, that’s why she prayed that Maverick wouldn’t find out. Which was why she had made up her mind to do anything and everything Damien would ask her to do, after all, he still needs her.
“Maverick’s wife is the lady I have had eyes on for years now. I didn’t ki|| her for a reason…” he grabbed Mulan’s B-__-bs and squeezed them so hard that she yelped in pain.
Damien was squeezing Mulan’s melons like he was squeezing clothes while still smiling.
“She was an amusement, a sweet chess piece, the queen on my chess board. She was the only one who could determine my success and failure. However, instead of letting her be, you dared to ki|| her.” Damien’s smile immediately disappeared from his lips and his face turned murderous. “How should I ki|| you, Mulan? No way I know would make me satisfied, so tell me, how do you want to die?”
Mulan froze. She couldn’t believe her ears. Does he want to ki|| her? No, that’s not it. He wants her to choose how she would die?! Was that a joke? But Damien never jokes even though he was smiling.
Mulan attempted to get off his body, but Damien pulled her Ɲīpplës.
“Ah!” Mulan cried out. She placed her hands on his and trying to prey his hands off her Ɲīpplës but instead his hands got tighter around her tits.
“M– ma–master Damien…” she cried out in a pained voice. “I…”
The door burst open before she could finish her words. Damien and Mulan turned their heads to look at the intruder. Lo and behold, it was the demon walking in with his black gun in hand.
“Oh? Chaos, you came?” Damien smiled at Maverick. He took his hands off Mulan’s boost and placed them on her waist, securing her from leaving his lap.
Mulan’s heart dived into her stomach. She wanted to leave Damien’s lap and go on her knees to beg Maverick but the psycho had her pinned on his lap.
Maverick silently gazed at the two of them strandling each other without saying anything. There was no anger, no h@ťě, no nothing but a blank look on his face.
“M–maverick…” Mulan called silently. Seeing him with a gun sent shivers down her spine.
She never expected that what she did would be found out so soon. She had thought she would be given a few more minutes to cover things up but never expected Damien to disrupt her. Now, Maverick is here too.
Maverick raised his gun, he pointed it at Mulan’s head. Almost instantly, Damien raised a silver pistol.
“Chaos, she’s my person,” Damien said while smiling.
“Oh,” Maverick uttered but his hand didn’t go down.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Maverick released a bullet and Damien counter-attacked.
Both bullets collided in thin air. A loud ‘boom’ was heard before the bullets fell to rest on the tiled floor.
Maverick slowly shifted his gaze to Damien. A small smile found its way to the corner of his lips with his hand still stretched.
“Chaos, don’t do this, she’s still useful to me,” Damien said but his smile was no longer there. Seeing Maverick curl his lips, Damien knew that things had taken a turn.
“Ok,” Maverick replied.
“Bang!” Maverick shot another bullet. This time, Damien was too late to stop it, or maybe he knew he couldn’t stop it, so he didn’t pull the trigger even though his gun was raised.
“Maverick!” Damien yelled. He pushed Mulan’s dead body off and got up. “She was my person, I wasn’t done using her.” He stated with his face filled with craze.
Maverick shifted his gun to Damien’s legs. Although he did that, his eyes were still on Damien’s angry face.
“Bang!”
Maverick released a bullet into Damien’s thigh.
He hissed and also pulled his trigger, “bang!”
However Maverick slanted his body and the bullet brushed past him. Almost immediately, Maverick pulled his trigger again and let out another bullet into Damien’s right shoulder.
“No law states that I can’t leave injuries on you,” Maverick said before he let three more bullets into Damien’s body. He made sure to avoid the vital parts.